You had tried to run, which got you nowhere. Just pinned against the wall by Ghostface with a knife covered in your friends blood against your neck. You kick your legs, trying to get out without slitting your throat.

"Hold still or I'll tear your fucking tongue out and make you eat it." He scrapes the knife against your neck, chuckling as you immediately stop moving.

"Good boy. Sorry, lost my cool there for a sec."